WELCOME ONE AND ALL TO THE CRYPT OF MORBIUS. A PLACE WHERE ANYTHING GOES AND NOTHING LEGAL IS OFF LIMITS.
ALL I ASK IS THAT YOU LEAVE YOUR INHIBITIONS (AND CLOTHES IF YOU SO DESIRE) AT THE DOOR, STEP INSIDE AND ENJOY THE MANY WONDERFUL SIGHTS, GUARDED BY THE DARKEST OF SOULS, HELD WITHIN

Wednesday, 21 February 2018

“I'm glad to see you could do as you are told,” she whispered, as her footsteps came closer. “In fact I think you are the first one.”

“I told you I would do anything for you.”

“So did all the others.”

“Maybe they did,. But I meant it.”

“So I see,” Alexa replied. “And for that you shall be rewarded.”

As she came closer, the tapping of her stilettos becoming louder, the hardness in my boxers grew.

I had wanted to make love to her since the day I had first set my eyes on her, but she had always refused to let me even slip my hand between her legs.

“Now I want you to do one more thing for me,” Alexa said, as she finally came to a stop a few inches away from me.

“Anything.”

“I am going to remove your blindfold, and I want you to keep your eyes firmly closed,” she whispered into my ear, the sweet smell of her perfume making me harder than ever.

“I promise, baby,” I replied.

“I just hope you are ready to see this,” Alexa purred as she removed my blindfold, and moved in front of me.

“Believe me I am,” I told her, keeping my eyes tightly closed.

“In that case you can open your eyes.”

Doing as Alexa said I slowly opened my eyes, lifted my head and saw the reason she had always stopped me from touching her for the first time.

Instead of the beautifully trimmed pussy I expected I came face to face with a totally shaven, semi hard, cock. For a couple of seconds I just stared at the partially swollen head, pre-cum making the end glisten, and then looked up, to see a lone tear slowly trickling down Alexa's face.

“Why didn't you tell me, babe?” I asked, before lowering my head and looking at her cock again.

“Because you'd have run a mile,” she replied, her voice breaking as she began to sob. “Everybody who I've been upfront with has.”

“Babe I'm not everybody else,” I whispered, my eyes still focused on her impressive cock. “You could have told me.”

Lifting my head to look at her I could see the pain in her eyes and, before I knew it, I had reached forward and wrapped my fingers around her shaft, even though the only cock I had ever touched was my own. Feeling her getting thicker, and harder, in my fingers I slowly started to move my hand back and forth along her shaft.

“Fuck, baby, that feels so good,” Alexa gasped as I continued to masturbate her, now hard, cock.

“I'm glad you think so babe, “ I replied, “But maybe you'd like this even more.”

Pulling my hand to the base of her shaft I moved my head forward, and flicked my tongue across the swollen head of cock, for the first time in my life.

“Fuck me,” Alexa gasped, as she felt felt my tongue run along her glans. “That feels so fucking good.”

“What about this?” I asked, before opening my mouth, and slowly taking every inch of her hardness into my mouth, stopping only when the swollen head of her cock hit the back of my throat.

“Oh fuck,” Alexa gasped. “Suck me, baby. Suck me, until I can't take any more. I want to fill your mouth with every drop of cum I have in my body.”

Surprising myself I greedily suck Alexa's cock as fast as I could, until I felt her body start to buck wildly.

“Jesus, babe, I'm going to cum,” she screamed. “Please don't stop.”

Never having tasted cum before I was unsure whether to let her fill my mouth, or expl;ode all ove my face, but the choice was taken away from me as I felt her hard shaft twitch violently in my mouth.

“Oh fuck, yes,” Alexa screamed, her voicve echoing around her apartment, as the first stream of her seed hit the back of my throat.

Swallowing as fast as I could, the slightly salty taste almost making me gag, I swallowed every drop she had to release, before she slowly pulled her cock from my mouth, my tongue flicking over her swollen head as she did.

“If only I knew, she finally gasped, as she looked down at me. “I'd never have kept my secret from you.”

“It's too late to worry about that now, babe,” I replied. “But now I want one thing from you.”

“You can have whatever you want, baby,” Alexa replied, before laying on her back and lifting her legs in the air .

For a few seconds I stared at her as, her tight hole beckoned my cock to enter her, before slapping her ass playfully.

“As much as I want to fuck you, baby, and believe me I will,” I began. “I need to ask you something first.”

Confused Alexa looked over her shoulder.

“You can ask me anything, I think,” she replied, nervously.

Pushing her legs even higher I looked deep into her eyes, as my cock touched her tight hole.

“I just wondered,” I began, before pausing.

“Just spit it out, babe,” Alexa said. “Spit it out and then push that hard cock deep into me.”

Gripping her tightly I positioned myself, so the swollen head of my cock was pushing against her tightness.

Tuesday, 23 January 2018

With my whole past now wiped out, by the fire, it was time to do what I wanted with my life, not what was expected. All I had to do first was get away from everyone who knew me, and everything which reminded me of that past.

As I walked along the side of the road, hands in my pockets and with my hood up, all I could think about was finally being able to settle down with my ideal woman. Just because my ideal woman was different to everybody else’s was nobody’s business but my own and if family and friends didn’t like it, and I knew virtually none of them would, they could all go and fuck themselves.

I had even been on numerous blind dates, all set up by friends, knowing deep down none of them would ever be good enough. I’d even seen a handful of them on more than one occasion, because friends were forever telling me one date wasn’t enough to get to know someone.

The thing was though I could have gone on a hundred dates with one woman but, if they weren’t transsexual, they would never be good enough.

Tuesday, 16 January 2018

Standing far enough back to be safe, but close enough to feel the intense heat, I stood and watched as the last thirty years of my life went up in flames. I’d lived in this place ever since the day I’d been born but, with my parents now gone, it was finally time to live my life how I wanted to, not how everybody else expected.

Ever since I’d started dating I’d been expected to find a beautiful woman, settle down, get married and have children. If only they hadn’t been so old-fashioned, so stuck in their ways, they might have got to see their oldest son happy. My brother had made things worse for me, by finding, marrying and having kids with his perfect woman by the time he turned twenty-five and ever since then all they’d gone about was me doing the same.

The trouble is the was only one type of woman I’d ever wanted to settle down with, and she wouldn’t have been able to give me the children my parents so desperately wanted me to have, because the only woman I ever wanted to be with was transsexual.

Blurb:Are some secrets simply meant to come out?Martin, a man in a steady relationship, is hiding a secret from his partner, a secret that could drive them apart if she ever found out.Is his relationship over when Sally finds out about Martin's fantasy fetish, or is he willing to give in to her conditions to save their relationship? Will he lose himself and his divinely satisfying office activity, or will his every fantasy finally come true?Find out in this sizzling, sexy tale of self-exploration, masturbation, and possible negotiations in making a good relationship become great!Short Excerpt:

I didn't begin by wearing it. At first, I'd just buy the odd lace, silk or satin thong and bra set and sit in my office, cock in hand, stroking myself while I rubbed the material over my body, enjoying the contrast in the feel of the three different materials. Soon, even that wasn't enough, though. Very rapidly I had progressed from just rubbing it over my body, to actually stripping off all my clothes and slipping into the thongs and bras to masturbate, always making sure that when I came it was actually inside the thongs. The cold, sticky feel of my juice combined with the smoothness of the underwear kept me hard for longer than I'd ever previously been able to.

The only trouble was being able to get my lingerie cleaned, seeing as I couldn't exactly leave it in the wash basket because Sally would think I was having an affair if she ever found it.

No, every time I left the house I would have to smuggle the clothes out and take them to the launderette. Nobody would say anything about a man washing a few clothes and I always made sure I didn't take just the lingerie.

It was on one of these laundry days that I found the shop, and I felt like I had died and gone to heaven.

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4.0 out of 5 stars

A story of a different life style

By Kindle Customer

"This story was a little hard to handle because the subject was foreign to me. The story does involve love and Sally's back story touched me deeply. We see why she acts the way she does and that she loves him. We see why she does what she does when she finds out. It is Sally who makes this story work. She is one of the most interesting characters I've experienced in a long time. Without her this is just a fetish story."

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A rare erotic novella that manages to genuinely surprise and delight from beginning to end

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"Wow, did J.S. Morbius ever keep me guessing with this! He throws a number of twists at the reader, changing not only the course of the plot but the entire feel of the story. From Martin to Martina is that rare erotic novella that manages to genuinely surprise and delight from beginning to end.

The development of Martin and the evolution of his fetish/identity is at the core of the story. It all begins with an appreciation for women's lingerie - something his girlfriend refuses to wear it. Before long, Martin isn't just pleasuring himself with handfuls of satin and lace, but actually wearing it. What started out as a simple lingerie fetish quickly evolves into full-on crossdressing, while an encounter with an sympathetic shop owner leads him to question his very identity.

With elements of both transvestism and transsexualism, this is a positive exploration of gender and sexuality. Martin and Mandy are both fantastic characters, and their interactions are really at the heart of that exploration. They only have one truly erotic scene together, but it culminates in one of the most sensual climaxes I've ever encountered on the page. Sally is a hard character to like, especially through the middle of the novel, but the resolution of her character arc is another genuinely satisfying surprise.

I don't want to spoil any of those twists I mentioned earlier, so I'll just advise readers to be patient, and to trust where the story is going. It does get rather dark and sorrowful in the middle, but From Martin to Martina is not a tragedy, it's an erotic romance . . . and the resolution is just delightful."

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Single and new to the neighborhood, Michael had yet to meet any of his new neighbors. When he saw one for the first time, he received a shock. Living next door was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

The only problem was, she wasn’t just a woman. She was a transsexual woman.

Though he considered himself to be one hundred percent straight, Michael found himself falling for her more and more each time he saw her.

With the help of Jazz’s friends, Michael embarks on a relationship, which teaches him Jazz is what he truly wants, no longer caring she’s a transsexual.

Sunday, 1 October 2017

The heat was almost unbearable yet I carried on walking. It wasn't long before I realized I would have to find somewhere to shade, my body couldn't take any more. It seemed like I had been walking for days, yet I Knew it wasn't much more than a couple of hours. If I was honest this hadn't been one of my better ideas, trekking through the jungle in the height of summer, but when I was offered the chance I just couldn't say no.

I carried on as the sun continued to beat down through the trees, unsure of where I was going and then I heard it, the sound of splashing water, but where was it coming from. Stopping to listen, and trying to get my bearings, I suddenly heard the sound of female laughter. Even more eager to find the source of the water as, ever since I'd strode out on my own, I hadn't seen or heard another soul. Deciding east seemed to be the most likely direction the sound was coming from I continued to trek forward, slashing at the overgrown flora and fauna surrounding my legs.

After only a couple of minutes I came to a clearing and there, before me like something out of a film, was a sight of untold beauty. Never had I dreamed I would see something which was so beautiful it take my breath away, yet here before me was something I had only read about and I walked into the clearing further to fully admire its beauty.

There before me was a small pool like area, the water coming from a waterfall, but that wasn't all. In the pool, wearing small bikinis, were two beautifully tanned women just laughing, joking and splashing about. I stopped in my tracks, this was something I could never have imagined, my eyes unable to look away. Where had these women come from? I wondered because I had never come across any villages and I found it hard to believe they were just two random tourists.

Feeling like I was intruding I backed away before they saw me, only the sight of these two gorgeous women was too much for the red-blooded male I was to back away too far. Careful not to make a sound I inched back out of the clearing, to just inside the jungle, partially hiding myself behind a tree, so I could carry on watching the two beauties. Oblivious to my presence the women continued laughing and splashing each other without a care in the world. Part of me wanted to go out and speak to them but, partially through fear of scaring them and partially through curiosity to see what they were up to, I stayed where I was.

The women carried on under the cascade of the waterfall for a few more minutes, before they stopped and looked around. Had I been heard? Did they know I was there? My heart was racing as I thought my cover had been blown. Carefully I took another gentle step back and crouched down slightly, my heart eventually slowing down back to normal. Once I felt safe and hidden again I turned my attention back to the two women, hoping they would carry on enjoying themselves. I decided after another twenty minutes or so I would leave the safety of my viewpoint, and pretend I had only just come across the clearing to see how the women reacted.

Looking back to the waterfall I noticed the two women were walking out of the water. Had they had enough? Were they leaving? I thought for a fleeting moment I'd missed the chance to meet them. I was about to leave the safety of my hiding place when I noticed the women were holding hands and saying something to each other. At that exact moment I would've given anything to hear what they were saying.

Deciding to stay where I was I watched intently, to see what they would do next. Maybe they were just a couple of friends who, after an afternoon of fun, had decided it was time to go home after all. I looked around to see if I could creep away before being seen, as the bravado of saying hello to them had suddenly deserted me, when what happened next took me totally by surprise.

The two women turned to face each other and, without saying a word, they leant into each other and started to kiss. Not just little pecks on the lips either these were full on, mouths open, tongues flicking out, passionate kisses. I stood transfixed at the sight of two gorgeous women staring to get it on with each other. I'd led such a sheltered, boring, life that I had only ever seen women kissing like they were in hardcore film and magazines. There was definitely no way I was moving now.

As they carried on kissing their hands started to run over each other's bodies, exploring every inch of uncovered flesh. One of the women, the slightly taller of the two, ran her fingers up her friends back and with one deft movement removed her bikini top. From my vantage point I could see the woman's breasts were perfectly formed, neither too large nor too small, and they looked natural. It was very rare nowadays to see a pair of tits which looked so good they hadn't been surgically tampered with, and I couldn't believe my luck. The taller women slowly lowered her head and started flicking her tongue across the other woman's nipples, causing them to stiffen, and her friend to let out an audible sigh of pleasure.

Slowly the two women lowered themselves onto the ground, still entwined in each other's arms, kissing and groping as they went. As soon as they were on the ground the taller women reached around her back, undid her top, and released her breasts as well. They were larger than the other woman's, her nipples darker, but they also looked as though they had been untouched by a surgeon. Now the smaller of the women greedily reached for her companions nipples, licking and sucking greedily, until her nipples were fully erect as well.

The two women spent ages taking it in turns to suck and lick each other's tits, running their tongues all over each other in turn. By now I could no longer contain myself and, reaching into my shorts, I started to massage my throbbing cock without taking my eyes of the view in front of me.

Watching carefully while stroking my cock I noticed the women stop playing with each other's tits and quickly helped each other out of their bikini bottoms, leaving them both fully naked. The smaller of the two women started working her way down her companion's body, kissing as she went, before her head came to a stop just at the top of her pubic area. Gently she opened her friend's legs and then continued until her face was buried deep into the taller woman's pussy.

The taller woman let out loud moans of ecstasy as her friend flicked, and flicked, her tongue expertly in and out of her pussy. The taller woman lifted her head and whispered something and, as I continued watching, the other woman reached her hand down and started stroking her own pussy, all the while never moving her head from between her friend's legs.

After a few minutes the smaller woman finally lifted her head and ran her tongue back up her friend's body before they started kissing again. Rolling her friend off her the taller woman said something and turned around. The smaller woman then lay on her back as her friend swung her legs over the other's face and, while her pussy was on her friend's mouth she began licking furiously at the smaller woman's pussy at the same time. The sight of the two women performing oral sex on each other became too much for me and, not caring if they heard any more, I released my cock from my shorts and started stroking myself. At first I moved my hand up and down my hard shaft slowly, eventually becoming faster and more urgent as I never took my eyes off the two women writing by the side of the waterfall in ecstasy.

I knew there was no way I was going to be able be able to hold back much longer as my body began to violently tremble, but I desperately hoped I would be able to hold out until the women let out their last moans. Unsurprisingly though there was no chance of that and my cock suddenly twitched in my hand and, with a loud gasp, my seed shot from the end of my cock all over the tree I was partially hidden behind. Continuing to stroke my cock gently I continued until I had released all of my own come, and then looked back towards the women.

Whether they had just decided that they were both satisfied, or that they had actually heard my moan, I noticed they had stopped licking each other's pussy's and were looking around, as they hurriedly slipped their bikini's back on at the same time. As soon as they were fully dressed the two of them stood up, looked in my direction and smiled, before turning away and leaving me with my flaccid cock, and a final drop of my seed, hanging limply between my thighs.

Saturday, 30 September 2017

As I looked down at Ellie I brushed her hair away from her face, before gripping it in my hand. The look on her face hadn't changed since we had left the office and told me all I needed to know. She was guilty, guilty of costing the company two million dollars and the choice, as well as the position she now found herself in, had been hers and hers alone.

I would have fired her sorry ass there and then, after all it wasn't the first time she had cost me money, but when she dropped to her knees in front of me and pleaded with me to punish her, in this way, she had caught me totally by surprise.

Even as I had led her out of the office I thought she would have changed her mind and said anything to try and get me to forgive her but instead she had walked quietly beside me, keeping her head bowed and staring at the floor, as I had led her to the underground car park, and my car.

When I opened the passenger door I watched as her slimline skirt rode over her thighs, giving me just a glimpse of the top of her her hold-up stockings, as she had eased herself into the seat.

Closing the door I strode around to the driver's side, climbed in, fired up the engine and stamped my foot on the accelerator, screeching out of the car park and on to the main road. As we sped through the streets, in total silence toward my home, I occasionally glanced at her out of the corner of my eye and saw that her head was still bowed, the look on her face still one of guilt, as well as acceptance of her fate.

Now, back at mine and with her naked except for the stockings, which I had insisted she keep on, laying over my knee ready to receive her punishment I looked down at her and felt something for her which I never had before.

Not only was he was a damn good PA, that was the reason I had forgiven her in the past, but she was also the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Her porcelain skin looked so fragile, as if it would crumble at the slightest touch, in the dim light of my large bedroom. Her golden hair would flow, as if taken by a light summer breeze, whenever she walked, even through the office.

Gripping her hair, tightly, in my face I lowered my head so my mouth was next to her ear. The sweet aroma of her perfume caused a stirring in my trousers I was expecting and, as I placed my hand on her soft, naked, ass and caressed her softly the stirring become a lot worse and I was soon harder than I had ever been in my life.

“Please, Sir,” Ellie whimpered, the first time she had spoken since we left the office. “I didn't mean to miss the call.”

“I believe you, Ellie but it's not the first mistake you've made is it?”

“I know, Sir and I really am sorry.”

As she spoke I continued to caress her ass, her unblemished beauty driving me wild with lust.

“Unfortunately sorry isn't going to pay the bills, or keep the company afloat, is it?”

“No, Sir, it isn't and I deserve to be punished,” Ellie moaned, lifting her ass just a little.

“Yes, Ellie, you do,” I replied, lifting my hand high into the air.

“Please, Sir,” Ellie mouthed and I brought my hand down, sharply, on to her soft ass.

Instantly the whiteness of her skin was replaced with the red outline of my hand and Ellie yelped softly. After rubbing her reddened cheek softly I raised my hand again, this time bringing it crashing down on her other cheek. Ellie yelped a little louder this time but lifted her ass a little more.

Eight more times my hand went up and then crashed on to her ass, four more times for each cheek and as I lifted my hand for the last time I looked at what I had done. Gone was the perfect porcelain look which had first made me hard, and instead Ellie's ass was a mass of red welts, in the shape of my hand.

“Hopefully you have learned your lesson, Ellie, and there won't be any more mistakes.”

“Thank you, Sir, and I really am sorry,” Ellie replied softly as she slipped from my lap to her knees on the floor, her head resting on the bed next to me. “I promise to be a lot more careful in the future.”

As she spoke she lifted her head, placed it lightly on my lap and lowered her head, to hide the slight smile which had started to form on her lips.

Monday, 25 September 2017

The day I found Tanya's stash of sex toys was the day masturbation, for me, changed forever. For months I had pleaded with her to be more adventurous in the bedroom, even offering my ass to her to do with as she pleased but, instead of being turned on by the idea she was repulsed. Tanya had accused me of fancying guys, being gay and not being turned on by her anymore but all I wanted was to try something different.

Then, one day after she had gone to work, I was tidying our bedroom when my foot stepped on something poking out from under her side of the bed. Bending down I was shocked to find a thick, eight inch, sex toy.

Picking it up I turned it over and over and my hands and saw that it was made to look exactly like a real cock, with veins, the slit in the end and balls. It also had a rubber sucker on the end which was obviously meant to secure it on any suitable surface, so it could be used hands free.

As I continued to stare at the toy I didn't know what to feel. Was she using the toy because I no longer satisfied her? Did she think of someone else as she was using the toy? My head began filling with all these negative thoughts yet the longer I held the toy, thinking about things, the harder my cock became. That was when the idea struck me.

Looking through her bedside cabinet I found a half-empty tube of lubrication, removed it and headed down stairs. With the toy and lube still in my hand I switched the PC on, closed the curtains, placed the items on the coffee table and hurriedly removed my clothes.

Once I was naked I typed what I was looked for into the search engine, clicked on the first link that came up and sat on the sofa. As the video began I took my semi-hard cock in my hand and began slowly stroking myself, until I was fully hard. As soon as I was I reached fro the toy and lube, placed the toy next to me and opened the lube. Squeezing a generous amount into the palm of my hand, I would have to replace the tube before she found it was missing, I slipped my hand under my body and massaged the cold, jelly-like substance all over my ass, making sure my tight hole was completely covered.

Once I felt like I was ready, with the scene I was about to live out for real playing on the screen, I picked up the toy and pressed it against my virgin hole. Stroking my cock slowly, my eyes never left the screen and I began to press the molded head of the toy against my ass.

At first I couldn't get the toy to enter me but, after opening my legs even wider, the head finally broke through my defenses and I let out a loud gasp. The pain was unbelievable and I stopped. Hoping the pain would lessen I continued to stroke my hard shaft, the head of the toy nestled just inside my ass, threw my head back and closed my eyes.

After a couple of minutes I took a deep breath and began to ease the toy deeper into my ass, wincing at the new pain I was experiencing but, at thye same time, feeling an ecstasy that I had never felt before. My whole body felt like it was on fire but, as my stroking became faster and more erratic, the further I pushed the toy in to myself.

I was determined to take it all before I came, which I knew wasn't going to be long and pushed harder and deeper, ignoring the pain. I only stopped pushing when I felt the toy hit my prostate, the waves of pleasure washing over me as it did like nothing I had ever felt before and I felt my balls tighten as my whole body started to tremble.

Masturbating furiously, sweat pouring from every pore on my body, I slowly pulled the toy back before ramming it fully in to my ass and that was all it took. As the toy hit my g-spot once again my cock twitched violently in my hand and, as I gasped loudly, I began to cum.

Gripping my cock tightly, stroking furiously, the first thick stream of the milky-colored liquid splashed down on my chest. With each further twitch more and more cum splattered on to my body and, as it did, I started to fuck my ass faster and harder with the toy, screaming and moaning louder and louder each time it hit that spot.

Eventually I had nothing more to give and, as the last drop of cum hung weakly from the end of my shaft I let my hand fall from my cock, released my grip on the sex toy and just lay there with my eyes closed, my chest covered in my own seed and the toy still buried deep in my ass.

I must have fallen asleep in that position, for how long I hadn't got a clue, because the next thing I heard was the front door closing, Tanya calling out my name and her footsteps getting closer and closer to the front room.

Friday, 22 September 2017

As I sat and listened to the answers the women on the other side of the screen answer I couldn't believe my life had come to this, a contestant on a blind date game show. Still listening to the answers, each one sounding even more desperate than the last, I couldn't help but smile to myself.

Eventually, after all the questions I'd given had been answered, the host turned to me and asked me to make my decision, a decision which would have been easier if he'd asked me whether I'd prefer the lethal injection or firing squad.

“Well, as you were the only other person with access to my books, that someone had to be you.”

“What the fuck are you talking about? I would never do that. You're my best friend.”

“That's what I thought so I had a talk with Helena while you were away, on what you said was a stag do, last week and to my surprise she knew nothing about a stag do, but she did know I had given you the weekend off to go away for a romantic weekend. It's just a shame you forgot to take her.”

“But I never touched your damn money,” Simon protested, the colour slowly draing from his face.

“I didn't think you would but, once again, it was Helena who set me straight, telling me about all the lavish meals the two of you had been out on, the clothes and gifts you had been showering her with.”

“helena for god's sake get some fucking clothes on,” Simon demanded as he headed towards the door. “We're leaving. I don't have to put up with this bullshit.”

Lifting her head Helena looked towards me, nervously but I just smiled back at her and nodded.

“Actually, Simon, I'm going nowhere,” Helena said sternly.

“You see Simon I told Helena you'd try to get out of this and told her that, if you walk out of this office, the police will be waiting when you get home and you will be seeing the inside of a prison cell for a very long time.” I told him. “Luckily for you though, Helena begged me not to go to the police, and suggested we came to some sort of agreement to keep you out of prison.”

“That's right,” Helena interjected. “I offered to honour your friendship and help Andrew clear your mess up but, after finding out what you'd done to me, I decided being Andrew's new maid would embarrass you more. The fact I'm virtually naked was my idea.”

“Oh, Simon, by the way,” I chipped in. “You're fired! Now get the fuck off my property.”

Samantha Morgan is an independent witch who owns her own yoga studio. Not at all interested in finding a man for more than a good workout between the sheets, she agrees to a fix up to appease her mother. Enter Gerri Wilder, an old friend of her mother's and owner of the Paranormal Dating Agency. While stories about Gerri's matches are larger than life, Sam thinks she is immune to the woman's gifts in matchmaking.

For Samantha, Gerri tries something different by setting Sam up with Ian Michalson, a wealthy black panther shifter, in order to have her meet a friend of his who is as stubborn as she is when it comes to dating. Gerri claims this mystery man will be her savior, in a metaphorical sense, the one to capture her heart, make her stop fearing love. Only problem is, as she continues to date Ian, a nice enough guy who seems to be more than willing to be in on Gerri's plan, all Sam can do is wonder which of Ian's friends or associates this savior of hers could be, all the while hoping it isn't his bodyguard, Jacob, because her physical attraction to him is dangerously off the charts.

After two weeks of dating Ian, much longer than she ever intended to let this misaligned plan go on, Ian ends up in a war with a rival pride over a business deal. When this rival pride loses the deal, they try to kidnap Sam for revenge and blackmail, thinking her more important to Ian than she is. Yet, it is Jacob, Ian's bodyguard who ends up becoming her literal savior that day. On the run to save her life, one of two things will happen: Sam and Jacob will kill each other in stubborn fights about how to keep her safe, or they will give into whatever has sparked between them.

"Yes, it will, and I know you are looking for something different, and that is what I will be getting you with both men, each in their own way. Trust me."

"I'm not looking for something different. I'm not actually looking at all."

"Which means you are looking for something different. You are done with the dating scene, and so you want something different. What you don't realize is when you find this different, unique if you will, it is then you will fall in love, even if you don't know yet that it's what you are looking for. So, trust me."

I will not, Sam yelled in her own head.

"You keep saying that," Sam protested, "and I'm sure to you that doesn't sound dangerous at all, this trusting you with this crazy idea of dating one guy to meet another. But how is this fair to the first guy? Are you not using him? Isn't this all unethical given you run a dating agency?"

"Yes, in a way, but he owes me anyway. Big time. I will even tell him upfront that it isn't his match, but someone I would like him to meet. I'll even tell him he will be doing me a favor. He won't ask questions. He, unlike you, isn't opposed to playing the field, nor is he opposed to doing a favor for a friend, no matter how extreme the favor may be. He's a good man. This is why I have never had to fix him up yet. He's perfectly content for the time being to be a player. Listen, sweet cheeks, and I'm talking that tight and generous young ass of yours, darling, I know this is one of the craziest, ass-backwards hook-ups I've ever proposed, and I have created some doozies, but I just feel this is the right match, and that this is the only way to make it happen given issues with the other party involved in it. Unconventional? Sure. I'm even breaking one or two of my own rules here. So stop looking at me that way. Yes, I have a few rules. I am a businesswoman, too. But, please, Sam, say you are game to my so-called diabolical plan."

"I would need my head examined to go along with this. It isn't what I signed up for, not that I signed up for anything, but rather was ambushed into it. Regardless of all of that, I was just trying to appease my mom for a bit by agreeing to one date, not some outrageous, and unethical plan to fix me up with one guy in some hopes I will meet another guy around who wouldn't let you fix him up. Hell, maybe I will like the guy. He does sound smart to ignore your intrusions."

When Gerri shrugged, her eyes still sparkling, Sam experienced a sudden wave of exhaustion. Between her two classes this morning, one aerial yoga and the other a power flow class, and now this conversation, it would take a lot more than chocolate cake to wake her up. One glance at her mother's face tugged at her sluggish heart. So, even knowing what it would cost her, she agreed to this string of hellish dates which would force her to go shopping, another drudgery. The cake had better be damn good.

So, she agreed and quickly changed the subject. She figured questioning Gerri about her agency would do the trick. The woman seemed quite the spitfire, so she figured she'd have some amusing tales to tell if she asked her about her most outrageous fix ups to date, beyond hers.

The smell of chocolate filled the air, appeasing the savage beast in her some. With her elbow resting on the counter, she plopped her head into her hand, to listen to tales of romance as her mouth watered, passing the time until she could jam a fork into a piece of cake. While her mother began the ganache and frosting combo she used to layer and ice the cake, Gerri's stories weren't hampered by the mere whirl of the blender.